This is a song about "Cutting hair"

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police